The story
He smiles while the story keeps slipping out of his hands.
He leans on charm, tossing out sweet lies like they are nothing, all grin and no gravity. The room plays along until the little cracks show—the sidelong looks, the missed details, the truth sitting just out of reach—while he keeps talking, hoping nobody notices how fast the smile is wearing thin.
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Lyrics
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